What is it to breathe the same air
As those who take flight
In full daylight
Up towards the sun
To melt and reform
To whatever they choose
And all that they lose
Is their bindings?

What is it like
To go off a side
To roll in the tide
To cook in the sun
To go down below
Where certainly gold
Is buried?

Where do these whispers
Creep through the sound
Of the man who fell down
Of the man who drowned
Of the gold never found
And the soul now unbound?

I'm hard of hearing.

Take a sprung and spring,
Call the parts complete,
Give it everything.

Holes and gaps
There, can't you see
The remedy
Is only clear,
Only a thing
Because of these
Holes and gaps

Holy crap
Here, remember me
The same thing
So sharp and near
Surrendering
It's killing me
Holy crap

Heavy
A word can be

So heavy
A hole can breathe

Can't get it out
Digging at the heart of the thing
Always seem to be forgetting
What it's about

It's like climbing a mountain
Looking for origin of spring
Everyone says in this forest
There hides a tree

Dropping the ball
Watching this scene of gravity
All the loose ends traveling
On the back of a dream

down there, to die
Inconsequential life
Taken out of the light
So nobody can see

the result of no praxis
This moment has no axis-
Just relax.

This is how it's meant to be.

I can't even think of you
as a memory,

but that's all you are
and it killed me so long ago
that

I don't know how to live anymore.

You let the ability atrophy beyond reckoning. Nobody will be listening to your sickening, self-defeating reasoning, your words lacking anything resembling creativity, nuance, feeling. You've turned your past into a living thing, stripping the present of any wrappings, the only lasting ribbon is this crushing need for security. You're paralyzed at the thought of living, terrified at the thought of giving up this hungry passenger who leaves you weak and empty. You must let go of this broken thing you call on instead of surrendering, surrendering to the truth that this life, it isn't ending.

It ended. It's over.
This life you had is no more.
This life you wanted so dearly isn't hiding like some four-leaf clover.
It's gone.     Let go.
Before it's too late, before you grow so deeply in this wasted longing, that none of you will show.
Look above this water, be terrified of what you don't know, instead of drowning in some bottle, looking for some afterglow. Instead of swallowing some paper, hoping the lines will show you the road. Show us there's a heart still beating, a rhythm finally worth repeating, there's more than ghosts to keep on breathing, this pain will not remain undefeated.

The places you went, and the time you spent

I'll never forgive, I'll never forget

Courtesy of circumstance I can give a ****,

or maybe I can muster up two:

One for the countless who bled for this chance,

and one for little ol' you.

There is a feeling
stuck in the beating

of a heart, lost
in the vivid unknown

A bullet dodged is a shot wasted.
A chance to feel, left wanting.
A chance for healing, erased.

Speaking in comparisons, shedding tears for laughter, a choir of thoughts playing pong.
Preaching in silence, death from birth, and birth from death.
Changing rules, a self-impose, a creeping sudden.
A vision felt, lukewarm heaven, room-temp hell.
A feeling seen, all stones divided, all drops one thing.
Welcome to who you are. (meant to be)

So here we are, no more
willing than able;
with eyes set on some
unknown sovereignty.
Where does one
turn in to
infinity?

No solemn feat

So here we are, in the
space where lips sync.
Twisting in a mystery
post-extinction.
When does
infinity
turn in to
one?

Re-run

It is considered obvious you should never show your weakness, and yet it is the most empowering thing you can do.

Hey,
          I miss it
                          too.

It was  no
                   bargain,   either way.



I don't have much
                                      left
                 ­    to say to you,

and that's

                   a crying shame.


I was ready
                         to drop
                                        the clues,


and take on the whole **** mystery with you.